Wishing all you dads a very special Father's Day. Hope all of you have a wonderful day filled with special times and making memories.
I would like to take the time to wish my hubby a Happy Father's Day. Granted we do not have any kids together, but he opened up his life and heart and accepted my daughter and my grandkids as his own. And for that I will always be greatful.
I could not let Father's Day go by without memories of my Dad. He was my hero. We were very close and he was a very special man. He may not of verbally told me that he loved me until his later years, but I knew he did. I could feel it in things that he said, and the way he provided for us. He was a very quiet man, unless you crossed him. I can never remember being spanked by my Dad, but I can remember begging him to just spank me. His talks hurt a lot worse and lasted a lot longer than a spanking would of. I posted this poem last year, but I felt like I needed to do it again...
He stood about five feet four
A fairly good size man
But oh, he was so much more
I was his biggest fan!
We always had a roof over our head
And plenty of food to eat
It could go without being said
Family needs he always did meet.
There was always love in his eyes
Even tho it was not always spoken
He seemed so friendly and so wise
That was one of his greatest tokens.
He was as calm as he could be
Unless you crossed his path
Then he would talk till you could see
The road you were on would lead to wrath.
I never remember him raising a hand
Or speakin’ an unkind word
He was actually as gentle as a lamb
And almost as quiet as a bird.
I was always Daddy’s little girl,
the only one he ever had.
Until time passed by in a whirl
I had my little girl, He was so glad.
His heart she did capture
Papa this, and Papa that.
He did listen to her that’s for sure
So much love, imagine that.
I could go on and on and on
And tell you about my Dad!
There are so many memories to think upon
They tend to make me sad.
But Dad is in Heaven now
At times I miss him so much.
But I will make it thru somehow
Till I too feel the Father’s touch.
- Nel Curtis
IN MEMORY: Olan Beavers January 3, 1918 – January 2, 1998
I would like to remember one more Father on this special day - Our Heavenly Father, without Him we are nothing!
"I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing." John 15:5
until next time... nel
3 months ago